I know we are a long way off inventing the time machine but I think we might have stumbled across the next best thing. Walking into Kadar Etz was like being transported back in time. Well off the beat and track this very unassuming, very humble, very traditional looking restaurant probably wouldn't turn heads. The moment we walked in it was clear no one could speak English, waved at by an older looking lady she ushered us to a table near the back before taking our coats and hanging them up on a communal hook by the door.
These people were obviously proud of their country and heritage. With several Hungarian flags strung up around the restaurant and an abundance of photos displaying their ancestry, famous Hungarian icons and images of the Hungarian landscape. Immediately you could sense the pride and we were warmly welcomed into their culture.
Kadar Etz doesn't cater to tourists. How do I know this? The menu. Not one phrase, translation or word of English, French, Spanish (or any other language for that matter) had a look in. If you couldn't read Hungarian it was a game of pick, point and pray.
With a little bit of knowledge of the Hungarian cuisine, some rather dodgy hand signals between us and the waitress and gesturing to the food on other customers tables we eventually put in an order and waited patiently.
Between us we shared the chicken paprikash, which you might guess is a chicken curry dish flavoured primarily with paprika. Orange in colour it doesn't look dissimilar to a chicken korma. Served alongside a dumpling-like, boiled, egg noodle it was a curry unlike any I'd had before and I loved it.
Of course we couldn't go past the goulash. A Hungarian classic, it would be rude not to try. Now this wasn't the only goulash we tasted on our trip and what came as quite a surprise to me was that every restaurant had it's own take on the traditional dish. Not only in presentation but in flavour and ingredients too. Kadar Etz version contained only meat, no veg, and was more stew like in texture as opposed to curry. This one wasn't my personal favourite but I would definitely give it pride of place in my top three.
"LETS do the time warp AGAIN!"
Can't say I was super keen on the cabbage rolls. I found the texture quite sloppy and I wasn't overly fussed about the taste either. Stuffed with minced pork and served with a dollop of cream and a mountain of onions it's definitely a dish you should try if visiting Hungary but for me it didn't quite hit the spot.
Last but not least, the wiener schnitzel. Gotta love a good wiener schnitzel. And this was a bloody good wiener schnitzel. Everything from the perfectly cooked meat, the right amount of breaded coating and the beautifully crispy, golden texture made this my absolute favourite. Served with a carb loaded plate of rice and potatoes there really wasn't anything not to enjoy.
Full to burst we slowly made our way to the front of the restaurant where we paid our bill. Sitting at a little table by the door, a man in a white, what looked to be butcher style jacket, and his seeing glasses strung around his neck, jotted down our order on a large note pad, then rung it through on an old school cash register. I loved this old fashioned process and it only added to the overall Hungarian experience.